As I skipped through the garden gate,
An elderly lady gave me a smile,
Like a light flickering in the rain,
I knew I should stop and wait.

Although she moved at slower pace,
With gentle footstep and stride,
She gleamed with life’s journey,
Beauty in heart and golden grace.

We talked and laughed for a while,
With joy and memories to hold,
She said I have plenty of time yet,
I thanked her...